3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Lis
W hen I get back to the table, Daze and Sophie are staring at me with sly grins.
“He’s staring at you,” Daze says.
“He is smoking hot,” Sophie says. “Even I can appreciate it.”
“I’m going with him.” I drain my daiquiri and meet my sister’s gaze.
“Text me the address where you end up,” she says, one hundred percent on board with my absolutely crazy plan. “If you take him back to our place, let me know and we’ll be quiet when we come in. What’s his name?”
“Spencer.” I hesitate. “I trust him.”
“Can’t be too careful.” Then she winks. “Have fun.”
I blow her a kiss and then turn to find him still staring at me. He hasn’t moved from his place on the dance floor. He is as smoking hot as Sophie said. His dark blond hair is cut long on top and shorter on the sides, so it falls in front of his clear blue eyes. The blue shirt he wears shows off his broad shoulders, flat stomach, and the orange, red, and black tattoo sliding down from inside the short sleeve. It looks like the tail feathers of a bird. He is so tall he makes me feel tiny, even in the three-inch heels.
People move around him, but he doesn’t seem bothered. He’s just watching me as I make my way back to him. As soon as I’m there, he pulls me against him and dips toward me, capturing my lips in a kiss that curls my toes.
“I missed you,” he says.
“I was only gone a minute.”
“Too long. Let’s go.”
I follow him outside and he pulls his phone out. “Your place or mine?” he asks as he loads his Uber app.
“Which is closer?” I ask.
He shoots me a look hot with promise. “Where do you live?” I tell him my cross-streets and he nods. “You’re closer, but not by a lot. My roommate promised she won’t be home until late.”
“Your place it is.”
He taps the screen and then pulls up a group chat. He doesn’t try to hide it from me, so I watch as he types a message and hits send.
Heading home.
“I thought you said your roommate won’t be there.”
“She won’t. But that group includes the two inside.”
I laugh at him and he tugs me closer again, like he can’t stand us being apart. I understand the feeling. “You could have told them in person.”
“Then I would have had to take my eyes off your perfect ass.”
His hands slide down my back to grab said feature. I gasp as he pulls my pelvis into his and I feel the erection I hadn’t known was already there.
“Spencer,” I say on a sigh as my eyes drift closed and his lips find mine again.
A car pulls up and we separate. It feels like tearing off my skin to let him go. He confirms the ride is here for us and then holds the door open for me before getting in the other side. He pulls his phone out as the car starts toward our destination and I pull out mine.
“What’s your address?” I ask.
He rattles it off and I send the message to Daze, like she asked me to.
We put our phones away at the same time, turning toward each other. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure Vic knew I was bringing someone home. Just in case she comes home earlier than I thought.”
“No problem,” I say with a laugh. “I just had to text my friends your address so they know where to send the police if you try to murder me.”
He shakes his head, his eyes alight with laughter. “Murdering you is not on my agenda tonight. I have some other things in mind that I want to do to you.”
He’s sitting right against me, my body hot where our legs and arms are touching. He takes my hand in his, twining our fingers together.
I lean toward him, needing his lips on mine again. Those beautiful, lush lips that have a hint of my lipstick on them. He lets go of my hand to cup the back of my neck, drawing me closer. Our lips brush once, twice, before he crushes me to him, and we’re lost in each other again. He trails kisses along the edge of my jaw and then someone clears their throat.
Our driver.
“We’re here, man,” he says.
The car has stopped in front of a building that looks out over English Bay and Vanier Park on the other side of the water.
“This is where you live?” I exclaim as we get out of the car.
The moonlight shines off the ocean and I could stare at the picturesque scene all night. Spencer comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, looking at the view as well.
“This is where I live. Vic owns the place. I rent a room from her.”
I turn in his arms, suddenly so curious about the man who has demanded my attention from the first second I saw him. Now is not the time.
“Take me to it,” I whisper, pressing a kiss in the soft spot below his ear.
“As you wish,” he whispers back and I giggle, placing the famous line from The Princess Bride easily.
We don’t say anything more as he links our fingers together and pulls me with him, getting us in the building and into the elevator quickly. Then he pulls me against him, leaning on the wall as he kisses and nips along my neck, making me moan. The ride up is too short. He leads me to a door and unlocks it, tugging me inside and then pressing me against the cool wood, leaning in and capturing my lips again.
“Fuck, Lis, you are so gorgeous,” he says against my skin, sending shivers through my body.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls us through another door on our left. Inside he separates for a moment to turn on the light and there’s the bed, massive in the small space. And just like that, a wash of anxiety floods me.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt.
He looks at me, blue eyes wide. “Had sex?”
“With a practical stranger.”
He lets out a breath and then moves toward me, holding me gently.
“I don’t usually either. I want you, Lis. A lot. But if you’re not comfortable with this, we can just chill. Watch a show or something. Or I can get you a car to take you home. It’s your choice.”
I search his eyes and see nothing but sincerity in them. That makes up my mind. I haven’t ever had sex outside of relationships before. But I want him. And I don’t want to consider why it might be wrong or why it might not work out. I just want to take this one thing that he’s offering without worrying about the consequences.
So I kiss him. Hard. Biting his lip before I move to kiss along his jaw this time. While I do, my fingers find the top button on his shirt and undo it. Then I work on the next and the next until it’s open and I reach my hands inside, dragging my nails along his skin.
“You’re driving me crazy, firecracker,” Spencer says while his hands rove over my back and ass until his fingers find the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.
“Firecracker?” I ask, my mouth watering as he shrugs off his shirt letting me see the toned muscles and that orange, read, and black tattoo, a bird that starts at the top of his shoulder and flows all the way to his elbow wrapping around his chest and back.
He tilts my chin up and I realize I’ve been ogling him. The look on his face tells me he doesn’t mind.
“Yes. Firecracker.” His hands skim over my shoulders, slipping my bra straps free, sending shivers along my skin. “Exciting, vibrant.” His fingers find the clasp on the bra, undoing it. “Dazzling, explosive.”
The garment falls to the floor, leaving me bare to his gaze and his mouth. His hands splay against my back, bending me backward as he dips further to tease one hard nipple with his tongue and teeth. I moan as heat floods my core, a wave of pleasure shivering through me. I make more sounds I’ve never heard from myself before as he switches to the other breast.
“Fucking perfect,” he says, before closing his lips over the other nipple.
He turns us, his lips never leaving my body, and leads me toward his king-sized bed. I barely notice that he’s undoing the button at the top of my jeans until he slides them and my underwear down my legs, releasing me to take them off, my skin chilled in the night air.
I sit on the bed as he pulls them off my feet and tosses them aside. His gaze drags up my body and I can’t find it in me to be self-conscious when he’s looking at me like that.
“You’re overdressed,” I say, pointing to the pants he’s still wearing.
He grins, locking his eyes with mine. He unhooks the button on his black slacks and pulls them down. His erection points toward me, hard and thick and long. My eyes grow wide, but I’m more intrigued than nervous. I reach out and gently touch him, my fingers brushing his head before I lower myself to my knees in front of him. Almost in a trance, I kiss the velvety tip. Then I wet my lips and take him into my mouth.
He groans and when I look up at him, his head is tilted back. “Fuck, Lis.”
I set to work and suck him in deeply before withdrawing. I wrap my hand around his shaft because he is very large, and I can’t comfortably fit him all the way in. He removes my hair tie, then plunges his fingers into the strands, pulling tight enough to bring tears to my eyes, but not so tight that I want him to stop. I move faster, my tongue swirling over him as I bob my head back and forth. My other hand cups his balls and he groans again, shifting so he’s in control, holding my head still as he pumps into me, deeper than I thought I could take him. My hand that had been holding him moves to his tight ass, and I relax my throat, loving the feeling of his dick sliding along my tongue as he fucks my mouth. His balls tighten and he tries to pull out, but I grip his ass, digging my nails in, keeping him in place as he comes, swallowing it all down. He shudders and goes still. I take a moment to lick all the evidence away, then I look up at him, still licking my lips.
He shakes his head in awe and then hauls me to my feet, practically throwing me onto his bed. I land with my legs wide and he’s there in an instant, mouth against my clit, tongue moving relentlessly against me. His hands hold my thighs open with an almost bruising force, but I don’t care as long as he’s sucking on me with that single-minded intent. One of his hands slides toward my core, dipping a finger into me while his tongue continues to ravish my clit. I let out a long moan and then another as a second finger enters me, sliding in and out in a slow, lazy rhythm that’s at odds with his mouth.
I don’t know if my eyes are open or closed as the world narrows to the pleasure arcing through me. It’s my turn to thread my fingers into his hair, pulling his face closer, though I don’t really need to. He sucks on my clit and I scream, the pleasure ratcheting higher and higher. I’m so tense, on the brink of breaking. It takes one last flick of his tongue, one last pulse of his fingers, and I shatter into a million pieces, screaming again as the orgasm shakes my whole body. He slowly eases the pressure of his tongue, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible until I lay completely boneless against his mattress.
My eyes are closed, bliss sweeping through me, when he says, “Fuck.” And not in a good way.
I blink one eye open. He’s standing next to his bed, fully naked, fully hard again, searching in the drawer of the bedside table.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“There are no condoms in here.”
I whimper and he turns to me with a smile, leaning over my spent body to kiss me. I taste myself and lick his lips, wondering when I decided I love the taste of myself on them. He chuckles and pulls back.
“There’s more in the bathroom. I’ll be back in thirty seconds. I promise.”
“What do I do while you’re gone?”
He kisses me again. “Get comfortable. Because you’re not going anywhere for a while, sweetheart.” Then he kisses me again. And again. Finally, I laugh and push him away.
“If you don’t get going, we’re going to forget all about it.”
Lust flashes in his eyes, but he stands and walks backward out of the room, staring at me until he’s gone. I start counting and move further onto the bed, spreading my hair out on the pillow and watching for his return.
When he comes back, I grin. “Seventeen seconds. Not bad.”
“I had a very good incentive to hurry.”
He sets the whole box on his bedside table and then climbs onto the bed with me.
“I missed you,” I say as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.
“I was only gone seventeen seconds.”
“Too long.”
He kisses me deeply and my body throbs with anticipation. He pulls away only long enough to grab a condom out of the box and slide it on. Then he settles between my legs, pulling them up so my knees are bent on either side of him. He leans down, kissing me, beginning his first, slow thrust.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate him. He continues to move slowly, letting me adjust. I wiggle my hips, finding just the right angle for him to slide all the way in.
He rests there for a moment.
“What do you need?” he asks.
I search his eyes, consumed with lust and something more.
“Hard. Fast. Give me everything.”
He flashes me a grin before kissing me and then biting my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth as he starts to move. Slow at first, then faster and faster, harder and deeper with each thrust. I moan and grip his shoulders, meeting his hips with mine. In love with the sound of our bodies coming together and the headboard rattling against the wall. I try to keep up with the rhythm he sets, but after a while, it’s too much and I wrap one leg around his waist to anchor myself to him and ride the wave. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and drives into me, the pleasure building and building.
“Spencer,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice. “Fuck. I—”
I lose the ability to formulate words. I grip his shoulders tighter and he moves faster, harder. I can’t take anymore. And then my body breaks for the second time. I scream as my release floods me, rushing through my body. He continues to move, sending my orgasm higher until he groans against me, my name on his lips, his body shuddering as his own orgasm takes him as well.
We both breathe heavily, a tangle of bodies on the bed. He stirs first, kissing my shoulder and neck where his head still rests.
“You are a goddess,” he says, his lips sliding along my skin.
“Does that make you a god?” I ask, laughter in my voice.
He lifts a shoulder in a shrug and moves to hover over me. “It’s up to you, firecracker. Was I a god?”
I hold up my hand, squeezing my thumb and finger together. “Almost.”
“You deserve a spanking for that,” he says, rising off of me. “Turn over.”
I laugh again and reach up to pull his face back to mine, kissing him dreamily. He strokes his thumb over my cheekbone, lifting his lips, but not going too far. “Let me get cleaned up and then we’ll start on round two.”
“Round two?” I ask, anticipation already swirling in my core.
“Of course. I need a chance to change that almost into an absolutely.” He kisses me and winks. Then he’s up, getting rid of the condom and cleaning up. I watch from my place in his bed. He is so hot that just looking at him is making me want him again. I smile as I realize, the night is young.